[Intro: Caleborate]
Yeah, uh
[Verse 1: Caleborate]
I could feel the sin in my lungs, the magic in my skin
The weight on my heart, the flame on my pen
The chip on my shoulder that's stackin' on ten
The blunt in my hand helpin' me run from my friends
Oh, you got a problem? That shit happens often
Shouldering that, tryna chase my dreams, it's so exhausting
Then I got haters actin' like there ain't shit in they closet
Well since we here talkin', I'ma empty mine out
Let's visit my house, no words really spoke
Just me and auntie workin' to dig ourselves outta holes
I wake up every day and roll what I got left
And if I'm all out, I know there's some on her shelf
I know that's fuckin' low, but fuckin' low is where I'm dwellin'
I gotta make it now, 'cause if I don't, there's no tellin'
I was twenty-four and still sleepin' on floors
Sneakin' girls in, still peekin' through doors
They say I'm slated to make it, that's not on this bank statement
But I never even hear them, real men stay patient
I been here five years, grindin' harder than you think, man
So if pullin' me down is even close to what you thinkin'
Just know I'm not afraid to die for the shit that I believe in
I'm gon' stay forever, you the one that's gon' be leavin'
I'm gon' be heatin' up and you the one that's gon' be steamin'
I realize when I wake my peace of mind might be in danger
I feel deep in my heart my biggest haters aren't strangers
I feel they energy, they judging me for claiming Berkeley
But it meant to me what Oakland meant to $hort when he was fourteen
I don't see why I'm defending shit that made me what you look at
Shout out to all the ones that show me love at all the cookouts
KTR forever, man, y'all know who you are, one love, yeah
[Chorus: Caleborate]
And shout out to the ones that accept me for me
And shout out to the homie for selling me good weed
You might catch a contact if you fuck around with me
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Ayy, shout out to the ones that accept me for me
And shout out to the homie for selling me good weed
You might catch a contact if you fuck around with me
Yeah ('Round me, yeah)
[Verse 2: Kota the Friend & Caleborate]
Godspeed to the women that I fucked with
Grand rising to the only one that I lay up with
She in love with me and she don't care about no money
My family say gold digging, I just think it's funny
'Cause she the only one that ever understood
I am a museum, she just come and look, I am like a library
She just came to read, she don't judge the books
I be overseas, we be hella shook
I be out for weeks at a time now
Weeks turn months from apartment to a duplex
New day, new stress
Thinkin' 'bout the past when everything was bad
Got a baby on the way, a pregnant women on my ass
'Bout the feelings I don't have and the bag I don't got yet
Felt like I was fuckin' up a few lives trapped in my mama crib
Baby, baby mama, I was out of it
Workin' out the basement, glad I made it out of there
I could move a mountain if I want to
I could make somebody dreams come true
I approach the struggle like it's nothin' new
I lit up the tunnel, I take Kota in the rain and we be dancin' in the puddles and he love me like a fool
He taught me what is love, feel like I could never lose even when this shit is rough
Got a woman and she's strong, and if we have a daughter I ain't worryin' at all
I know she gon' be a queen 'cause she followin' her mom (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Caleborate]
Ayy, shout out to the ones that accept me for me
Shout out to the homie for selling me good weed
You might catch a contact if you fuck around with me
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
So shout out to the ones that accept me for me
And shout out to the homie for selling me good weed
You might catch a contact if you fuck around with me
Yeah, yeah
